“The mountain is the mountain, and we are the people who go there.”
You know, I’ve thought long and hard, over many hours – 24 of them, in fact – and the quote above sums up the most rational reason for doing an Iron Butt Association SaddleSore 1000 ride. For those who like things distilled down to their most concentrated form, the only real reason is, as George Mallory famously said, is “Because it’s there.”
Otherwise, undertaking a SaddleSore 1000 is irrational, foolish, and otherwise without real merit – all of which makes it absolutely essential for a MOron, like myself.
With riders as competent as these, the SaddleSore 1000 should be a piece of cake.
Ever since I heard about Iron Butt rides, way back in my motorcyclist infancy, the idea of completing one has appealed to me on a basic level. Considering that it took me this long to actually do one is kind of shocking. After all, I’ve competed in three 24-hour races and volunteered for a fourth. I’ve ridden cross-country multiple times – sometimes with an arrival deadline which forced me to log long days in the saddle and other times with no schedule at all, allowing me to follow my impulses. I’ve ridden to the Arctic Ocean and back from Los Angeles, including the more than 800 miles of gravel roads – on a Harley-Davidson Electra Glide Ultra. I’ve impulsively split off from a guided ride at the original Yamaha FZ1 introduction because the Rock of Gibraltar was there in the distance – and I needed to be there, too.
Without exception, every single great motorcycle adventure I’ve had was the result of an irrational impulse. Some were acted on immediately without thought. The rest fermented below the surface until they …read more